They are the people that I serve on a consistent basis; they are the people that the city wants to ignore.
But they are people; and each of them has a story.
They may be a person who is standing in line at Lord of the Streets who needs their ID because the last time they had one it was stolen at the homeless shelter and now they need an original to get his Social Security card to be able to apply for a job.
They might be the person who has just left SEARCH going to their part-time job, which they are glad to have because it puts food in their mouth and allows them to add money to their METRO Pass.
The silhouettes might be the Christian protesters at Planned Parenthood carrying signs or literature, they are not homeless, but appear to be familiar with the homeless of Fannin.
The guy in his sweat pants sitting outside of the Men’s Center might be enjoying his first cup of coffee for the day before he heads to work to earn minimum wage to pay the weekly rent for the roof over his head. He might be praying or meditating and thanking his Higher Power for one more day of sobriety that allows him to live at a place that will make him a sandwich for his work day and keep him safe from the streets.
The guy with the backpack waiting at the bus stop might be leaving SEARCH and going to a job interview for the third time this week; this time he hopes they don’t ask him about the three felonies that are a direct result of his drug use, but now he is sober.
The woman figure walking into Planned Parenthood might be going to get an abortion because she knows she has been using PCP, is HIV+ and doesn’t want to have the baby from the boyfriend who just dumped her for his old girlfriend.
The young guy walking to his car at The Men’s Center might be heading to his job selling cars just outside of the city and is happy to have a place to come home to, even if it’s the shelter. He feels at home with the recovery addicts, he feels good about his sobriety today and good about choosing to live there.
Most of these silhouettes are people who are getting their lives together; but I can only imagine that the people driving by only see silhouettes. They may fear them. They are just people driving by, not paying attention to those on the streets, unaware that these people on the sidewalks are getting their lives together, one day at a time, one piece of paper at a time, one bus route at a time and grateful that the agencies are there to help them. They are not silhouettes; they are people.
Posted by Sonya G. Adams, LMSW, LCDC at 4/28/2010Number of View :376